Most parents leave their children indebted,
For love and care, while rearing them on earth;
Yet, children leave their parents quite wretched,
When old age steals their health, denying mirth.
The youth today depend on parents' aid;
They seek their help to raise their children own;
They find no time to see sick parents laid;
To tend to parents when old-aged, they frown.
The modern world has added luxuries;
But love, compassion have become so rare;
And time is not enough to solve worries;
The tortoise wins the race and not the hare!
Youth owe to parents love, they can't return;
Their parents slog until they die and urn!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-07-2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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